I lie here now,
looking up to the ceiling,
every imperfection catching my eye.
Wine has lost its taste,
food has lost its flavor,
colors are now vibrant no more.
Food can not fill this hole,
drink just spills right out of it,
parties and Friends
just seem dull.
I can no longer feel the warmth of the air
I can no longer feel the wind on my face
Speed seems not to cure it,
love seems not to fill it
For i am lying here
and you are not with me
I can no longer feel the warmth of your smile
the skip of my heart as you draw near
For you are with him
and i am left
lying here
looking at the imperfections on my ceiling
whilst
he feels the heat of your kiss
